Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici

末世雪莱

She left me at the silent time
               When the moon had ceas'd to climb
              The azure path of Heaven's steep,
              And like an albatross asleep,
              Balanc'd on her wings of light,
              Hover'd in the purple night,
              Ere she sought her ocean nest
              In the chambers of the West.
              She left me, and I stay'd alone
            Thinking over every tone
            Which, though silent to the ear,
            The enchanted heart could hear,
            Like notes which die when born, but still
            Haunt the echoes of the hill;
            And feeling ever--oh, too much!--
            The soft vibration of her touch,
            As if her gentle hand, even now,
            Lightly trembled on my brow;
            And thus, although she absent were,
            Memory gave me all of her
            That even Fancy dares to claim:
            Her presence had made weak and tame
            All passions, and I lived alone
           In the time which is our own;
           The past and future were forgot,
            As they had been, and would be, not.
            But soon, the guardian angel gone,
            The daemon reassum'd his throne
            In my faint heart. I dare not speak
            My thoughts, but thus disturb'd and weak
            I sat and saw the vessels glide
            Over the ocean bright and wide,
           Like spirit-winged chariots sent
           O'er some serenest element
            For ministrations strange and far,
            As if to some Elysian star
            Sailed for drink to medicine
            Such sweet and bitter pain as mine.
            And the wind that wing'd their flight
            From the land came fresh and light,
            And the scent of winged flowers,
            And the coolness of the hours
            Of dew, and sweet warmth left by day,
           Were scatter'd o'er the twinkling bay.
            And the fisher with his lamp
            And spear about the low rocks damp
            Crept, and struck the fish which came
            To worship the delusive flame.
            Too happy they, whose pleasure sought
            Extinguishes all sense and thought
            Of the regret that pleasure leaves,
           Destroying life alone, not peace!

末世雪莱

最后一句译文：

毁灭的只是生命，不是安宁！